Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.